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It doesn’t make ANY sense to keep on living after this so-called “life” took away my best years…
When I was 18, I should be graduating… Going to college… Dating someone worthy, and building a sweet future.
Instead, eversince grade 10 I started having too much difficulty in understanding what was on the text of the work I had to complete.
Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t doing any drugs back then, it simply wasn’t happening for me. The only time I ever had a contact with
something of the kind, was 2 months before I’d end my high-school carrer (I smoked a simple […]
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